Lori Duff Writes
In my last column I wrote about what a dream it was to travel with my group of sorority sisters, all of whom are, in addition to being kind and funny and smart and entertaining, women who are capable of functioning at all levels and accomplishing all tasks without being asked. Now, having been back…
Once upon a time, I was a teenager. And that teenager went to college and did the whole sorority rush thing and made a whole bunch of friends she called sisters. Now, thirty *cough cough* some-odd years later, that group of teenage girls has transformed into a group of accomplished middle-aged women who are still…
Summer is conference season. Every week in June, and several weeks in July, I am going to somebody’s annual get-together. It doesn’t matter where. The conference could be in Paris, France or Armpit, Arkansas or the moon for all I care. All conference rooms look more or less the same on the inside. All that…
It’s no secret that but for my regular trips to the Brazilian Wax shop near me, I could have a second career as the bearded lady in a Victorian-era circus. I’m so, erm, Eastern European that I should probably weigh myself before and after trips to visit Roberta. I went to see her the other…
There are no more children in my house, unless you count the dog, who is 21 in dog years anyway, or my husband, who has the maturity of a middle schooler, but is actually old enough for Medicare. I feel weird about this. Really weird. I’m proud of my children, don’t get me wrong, but…
I have a complicated relationship with sleep. On the one hand, I find it fun. I tend to have vivid dreams that I can remember the next day. I have a bedtime routine that gives me great comfort – so much so that when I am travelling and can’t make it happen I feel off-kilter…
I’m not convinced that human culture was designed to last as long as our current life expectancy. Let me explain: most of our cultural norms were made up back when the printing press was technology new enough to confuse anyone over 50.[1] Of course, at that time there weren’t a whole lot of people over…
I sat in my living room watching the 2022 Final Four — what would turn out to be Coach K’s last basketball game with Duke. It was quite the contrast to how I used to watch basketball games when I was a student at Duke: standing underneath the net at Cameron Indoor Stadium with the…
Lest you think that all lawyers are boring and stuck up[1], the Georgia Bar is doing something fun on Twitter – they are having a March Madness-type bracket of 64 to determine the greatest legal movie of all time.[2] This is a fun little exercise, and I’m trying to vote in all the rounds. As…
When my anniversary comes this March, I will have been married 23 years. This means that my marriage is old enough to drink, though not old enough to get a discount on car insurance. I’ve been married so long it seems like the things that happened in my life prior to my husband’s involvement in…